Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Clang, clang!

The sound of the iron rod hitting the iron sheet sounded, which was the horn of Shanggong.

Nanyi took Liu Zhen to the bullpen of the third team.

It is said to be a cowshed, but it is not actually used to raise cattle. The buffaloes in the south are all free-range. When there is no need for arable land, cattle are usually driven to soak in ponds or rivers, which is very leisurely.

At night, they will be locked up. No, the word “closed” is not appropriate. It should be “please”, and the cows will be respectfully invited into the cowshed.

The cowshed is the bedroom of the cattle, the utility room for farm tools, and the granary for temporary grain storage.

On the side, there is a grain drying field, where the recovered grain will be dried in the sun, and then temporarily stored in the cowshed. After the harvest is over, the members of the small team will pick the grain to the brigade.

At that time, the people collecting grain at the grain station should also come to the door.

"Uncle Yaowei, Auntie, I'm Nanyi, this is Liu Zhen, we came to report to you, what are you doing, uncle Yaowei, just tell me."

Before the words came, Nanyi's cigarettes had already been handed out.

Xian Yaowei took the cigarette and put it on his ear, "Yaodong already told me, Liu Zhen, you go to cut pigweed, do you know how to do it?"

"I know, I know, I have taught her just now."

"That's good. The dung skip is in the cowshed. Go get it yourself. There aren't many pigs in the team. After weeding pigs, we have to go to the field to pick rice ears."

"okay."

Nan Yi gave Liu Zhen a wink, and led her to the cowshed. He had to bring another belt, and he was not sure whether Liu Zhen knew the dung Ji.

Walking to the cowshed, Nan Yi pointed to the various agricultural tools inside and introduced, "That is a windmill, which is used to blow off the dust and unfulfilled particles in the grain; that is a basket, which is used to carry the grain; that is plow, ox plowing;

The plow is used to break up the large pieces of soil turned out by the plow; the one is the thresher, and the rice handle is pulled up, and the grains will fall into the bucket below; the other is..."

After introducing the farm tools inside, Nanyi picked up the dung skip, "At the beginning, don't fill it too full. You haven't picked anything on your shoulders, and you can't bear it. Pick less, run a few more times, and pick the best When cleaning, don't walk too fast, don't let the dung stir up, it will feel heavier.

When your shoulder hurts, don’t let go of the burden immediately, grit your teeth and insist on walking a few more steps; each time is farther than each time, and don’t give up easily.

The burden should be slightly heavier in the front and lighter in the back. The middle of the pole should be on the shoulder. Don’t put a towel on it if your shoulder hurts.

The most important thing, if you really can't stand it, just go to the field and call me, and I will help you choose. "

"Um."

"Go."

How to chop pigweed doesn't need to be taught by Nanyi, Liu Zhen can't do other things, but he still knows how to cook with a knife.

Watching Liu Zhen walking towards the river dam, Nanyi walked to Xian Yaowei's side again.

"Nanyi, come with me. You have to work according to the amount of twelve work points. This Yaodong has already told me, and I will arrange tasks for you."

"Okay, Uncle Yaowei, this is it, I don't have a sickle yet."

"It's okay, it will be assigned to you when you arrive in the field. You are a strong laborer, and the tools must be suitable for you."

Following Xian Yaowei to the edge of a field, Xian Yaowei picked out one from a pile of sickles and handed it to Nan Yi.

After trying the feel of the hand, I scratched the mouth of the sickle with my fingers again, um, it is a good sickle.

"Here, here, if you finish the cut, you will get the twelve work points for today. If you finish the cut early, you can stop working earlier, and you can cut a little more, and I will count more work points for you.

We in Wenchangwei don’t talk about egalitarianism, the more you do, the more you get. If you can work fifty work points a day, I will also count it to you. "

"Well, Uncle Yaowei, you smoke."

Nanyi lit another cigarette, went down to the field and stood beside his responsibility ridge, lit a cigarette, smoked it quietly, threw the cigarette butt into the soil, and stepped on it with bare feet.

Bah, another mouthful of saliva spit on the palm of my hand.

Rubbing, bending down, Shua Shua Shua... Shua Shua Shua...

Xian Yaowei watched on the ridge for half an hour, Nanyi, a silly boy, never straightened his waist, even when he was knotting the rice handles, his waist was still bent.

"Yaowei, what are you looking at?" Ge Cuizhu walked to Xian Yaowei and asked.

Ge Cuizhu, the scorekeeper of the third team, is responsible for scoring work points for the members of the team. The scorekeeper is not a full-time job, and he is given three to five work points a day, and he has to do the work himself.

Needless to say, this kind of good work is not something ordinary people can do.

First of all, if you have a high diploma, you have to go to the third grade in elementary school, and you can write the names of the team members in full; secondly, if you understand it, you will understand it naturally.

"The new educated youth is a piece of work material. There is no strong guy in our team who is more capable than him."

"This is trying hard, it may not work in a while."

"No, you see, if he cuts off the head, he will be credited with twelve work points. I'm going to thresh the millet."

"Go ahead."

Nanyi got up at four o'clock, and the brigade started work at six o'clock, and it was already seven forty by the time he straightened up.

In about 80 minutes, more than a quarter of Nanyi's workload has been completed.

Wiping his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, Nan Yi walked out of the field, went to the river to wash his muddy legs, put on his Jiefang shoes, and walked towards Liu Zhen.

"How about it, can you bear it?"

"Brother, I can do it. Look, I've already picked half of it. When I'm done picking, I'll go chop pig grass." Liu Zhen filled the dung bin with revolutionary grass, with a smile on her face.

"Be careful, the revolutionary grass falls on the ground, it will make you slip, don't fall into the river."

"Um."

"You take your time, I'll go eat something."

Back at the ancestral hall, I opened the lead pot, and there were still about two bowls of thick porridge in the pot.

Make it out of a lunch box, sprinkle a little salt in it, pour a little soy sauce (soy sauce), and Nanyi is done in two minutes.

Clean up the lunch box and lead pot, try to slow down the pace back to the field, and smoke two cigarettes on the way to digest food.

...

Put your head down and continue to work, and return to the ancestral hall to cook.

...

keep doing it!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Nanyi straightened up again, and shouted at Ge Cuizhu who was not far away: "Auntie, please come and have a look."

Ge Cuizhu came over, looked at the bare trail, and then lowered his head to scan. There were no ears of rice falling from the field.

"Come on, Nan Yi, you are really good at it. You have completed your task today. Are you going to rest or do it again?" Ge Cuizhu said with a bright smile on his face.

It is a great thing for the team to have one more skilled worker in the team.

An expert can at least drive dozens of mill workers, and can also add a few more grains of rice to each member's bowl.

"Hehe, I won't do it today. I just came here yesterday. I haven't cleaned up a lot of things, and I'm short of things. I'm going to go to the commune to add some things."

"That's right, don't go on foot, Yaodong has a bicycle, you know how to ride it, right?"

"I can ride."

"Then ask him to borrow it and ride a bicycle."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

After washing his muddy legs again, he went to the brigade to find Xian Yaodong and asked him to borrow a bicycle. After a while, Nanyi arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative in the commune.

It's the busy farming season, and even the school is off for the busy farming, and there are not many people in the supply and marketing cooperative.

One is at the counter, the other... none of them.

Nanyi walked along the glass and cement counter to look at the goods on the counter and the wall, walking back and forth, knowing what he wanted to buy.

"A blanket, I want the bright red one, a catty of chicken dung candy, two pairs of Hongli toothpaste, and, show me that skirt on the wall."

Like reporting the name of the dish, Nan Yi reported the things he wanted to buy, and when he was done, he pointed to a dress on the wall.

After all, it was a teller in the commune, not in the city, and his attitude was not so domineering.

While picking up the skirt, he began to pay the bill, "Blanket twenty-eight five cents, two industrial tickets; chicken dung candy sixty-five cents, no sugar ticket; Hongli toothpaste thirty-six cents, no ticket; skirt eighteen, three feet of cloth ticket."

Nanyi looked at the skirt again, and pulled the cloth head again, trying to see if the knot was strong, and to see if the seam was tight.

"Is there a smaller size for the skirt?"

"No, this is the smallest."

"Okay, I want it, help me pack it."

The teller took the skirt back, folded the skirt into a cylindrical shape, wrapped a long strip of oiled paper on the outside, tied a circle of straw paper rope, clicked, and the scissors cut the thread.

Then, he tied the blanket with straw paper rope and threw it on the counter, "Forty-seven yuan and fifty cents, two industrial tickets, and three-foot cloth tickets."

"Here you are, thank you."

After handing over the money and tickets, Nanyi stuffed the things that could only be bought with an apprentice's salary of more than three months into his yellow schoolbag, and carried the blanket with his hand.

There is nothing to do in the commune, so grab your good stuff, get on your bike, and head straight back.

………………

Good food, I finished making it yesterday, the food for dinner is only one three sou, and one water hyacinth that Nanyi brought back in the morning.

No one knows how to cook water hyacinth yet, and Nanyi hurriedly added this dish when he came back.

"Sigh, I don't know when the next time I'll eat meat." Lin Guangwei sighed while holding his rice weakly.

"Brother Guangwei, I still have some money. Next time I come to sell meat, I'll cut some."

"Forget it, Nanyi, you'd better save some money, we can still rely on our family, you can get a good deal by yourself. Let me tell you, it's easy not to be hungry in Wenchangwei, but if you want to eat well, then Difficult.

Save the tickets you brought here. Throughout the year, you won’t find other tickets here except fuel tickets. In the future, it will be difficult for you to make clothes or buy soap if you want to get tickets. "

"It's okay, I'm easy to adapt to, I'm rich and I live in the same way, and I'm poor and I live in the same way."

No, I have to move out with Liu Zhen quickly.

Nan Yi has already seen that the oil jar ordered by the educated youth is almost bottoming out. There is only one head in the countryside, and he can't see three or five taels of oil in a year. It is estimated that the other educated youths have no oil tickets.

Oil tickets are too difficult to get, if he takes out a handful of oil tickets, it's hard to explain where he came from.

Where can I get so many gas tickets for a bunch of alleys?

The fool also knows that this is definitely not normal.

Oil tickets are for buying rapeseed oil, peanut oil, etc. Don’t even think about it, they can only be bought by people with connections; the fried dough stick ticket mentioned in the previous chapter is for buying fried dough sticks, which is not the same thing.